My father-in-law related an interesting story to me tonight. He was recently diagnosed with hepatitis A, and told it was critical.
The doctor scared him; told him his life was in danger. He and his wife panicked.
The doctor had him go in for two consecutive days of radiological scanning, one half of his body per day.
The doctor reviewed the radiological results and informed him there was no serious health concern after all. Still, he received an injection.
My interloping wife was so nervous that she wanted additional medical treatment for her father.
And, herein, we have the ugly marriage of our human fear and a poor healthcare system. You know, the marriage that’s bankrupting our benelles and national treasury.
Let’s start with the human fear element. We fear sickness and trust doctors. Ironically, doctors increase our fear which reduces our health.
Let’s rewind for a minute. My father-in-law is from India. In the old days, in India, if someone experienced fatigue they would take bed rest and consume herbs. It was considered part of life to be sick. There was no rampant fear within normalcy.
Today, in America, we have 10 times the technology and 10 times the fear. We fear the language the doctor uses. We fear what’s going to happen to our health. We fear our healthcare insurance won’t be there when we need it. We fearfully isolate ourselves from normalcy.
Today, we want to use money and technology to never be sick. And not only is that not possible, it’s not healthy. And the more we try to do it, the more fearful and sick we become.
Which leads us to our second point of discussion, our poor healthcare system.
Let’s count the ways in which our healthcare system injured my father-in-law over a false positive.
The doctor made him and his wife afraid that he was going to die. This stress harmed their physical and mental states. I’m confident it exacerbated the depression my mother-in-law struggles with.
Next, the healthcare system instructed him to have two days of radiological scans on his body. All of the fragile, 70-year-old DNA across his midsection and beyond was exposed to superfluous wear and tear. Weakened DNA permanently reduces his chances of beating cancer and being able to fend off disease. This is benelle plucking, an unregulated harm of DNA by doctors.
Finally, The healthcare system gave him an injection of something. He doesn’t know what was injected. He doesn’t know the name of the drug, or what it was supposed to do. Or what plucking it did.
When every small incidence of possible sickness turns into multiple days of radiological scanning, unnatural levels of stressful fear, and injections of unknown chemicals…folks, that’s poor healthcare.
But my father-in-law has embraced the American viewpoint. He was thankful to the doctor for pronouncing him healthy, and thought it was cool he didn’t have to pay for the injection, whatever it was.
If you’re not already laughing at the irony of this, allow me to introduce the big picture.
Taking extra rest among family and friends and consuming organic herbs is 100% healthier than breaking down your benelles with stress, radiation, and chemical injections.
No healthcare is better than the gilded healthcare. Our current healthcare system is so shortsighted it can’t read the first line of the eye chart. It’s Twitteresque. It takes out a home equity loan to put up a second round of Christmas lights.
Minus the great inventions like IVs and knee replacements, I’m putting my money on healthcare from 100 years ago. Americans can keep solving for Hepatitis False with their health equity loans; I prefer long-term investment, like protecting benelles.